I like seeing those balls all fucked up, bruised, purple and red.
Now crank that metronome up more, to 180. Close your legs again, with those aching balls resting on your thighs.
90 smacks, with every fifth smack as hard as you can muster. This is the step to really let loose. You need to turn those balls over, surrender control and destroy yourself.
I want you to count every beat that you miss. Every. Single. One. Be honest. Remember how many you missed.
I love that look on your face. That look of pain.